The statue itself was of bronze, showing a powerful man, his foot
crushing down a mass of snapping monsters. In his right hand, he held
together a large circle of metal, his fingers squeezing shut a cut in
the metal, which would break the circle if he let go. His left hand
made a partially open fist, into which a wrench had been fitted. The
statue itself, protected by some clear finish from the weather, was
plain brown in color.
But the statue's cape was enameled sky-blue.
Dan stared at the statue for a moment, then looked around. In the
street beside it, a crowd of people was forming, their backs toward him
and their heads raised. Dan looked up. Far up, near the tops of the
buildings, he could make out a long cable stretched from one building
to another across the street. Just on the other side of the crowd was
the entrance to the main store of the Save-Your-Life Co.
* * * * *
Dan crossed the street and saw a very average-looking man, wearing an
orange cape, come to a stop at the corner and look shrewdly around.